When my wife was very young (about eight), she was sure she knew what kind of car she would drive when she grew up: a Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, gold, with the big phoenix artwork on the hood.
Today, someone here at Sierra Wireless, where I work this summer, has a silver Trans Am Turbo just like the one eight-year-olds dreamed about in the late '70s. Alas, it doesn't have the phoenix on the hood, but it does have an ominous turbo hump there instead. And big fat tires.
It's odd how something once so cool, and then so lame, can be cool once again.
By the way, we now drive a 1999 Ford Escort station wagon, with two carseats in the back and toys strewn everywhere. But it is gold, dude.
Okay, well, mocha frost, officially, er, dude.